Before PB moved in, we were in a long distance relationship. Besides getting to know the Amtrak schedule better than I ever thought that I would, I also became a lot more flexible on my bedtime. We would talk every night at 11. Or originally that was the deal. But 11 would get pushed to 11:15 because Top Chef was running over, and then pushed again to 11:30, Call of Duty ran long and finally by the end, we were talking each night at 11:45. When he moved in, we vowed that we would go to bed earlier. So with the clock clicking towards 11pm, PB brushing his teeth, I am signing off. Good night and sleep tight.
(photo by yours truly)